BENNY'S PLAN B 1957A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS AND A MOTHER AND A PLAN B IN LONDON IN 1957![]() Lydia sat on the red painted tile doorstep waiting to see if Benny would come along she breathed heavily angry and frustrated her mother had just told her that she(Lydia) and Benny could not go to Edinburgh or Southend by train as they had wished she had tried to explain to her mother the plan but her mother wasn't having it in fact she had bellowed NO NO NO so loud that her big sister Gloria was disturbed drunkenly in the bed she shared with Lydia she watched the milkman pull up in his horse drawn wagon and take out 2 bottles of milk and walked with them across the way and put them on the doorstep then walked back the horse was eating from a nosebag Lydia sat a few more minutes if Benny hadn't showed she'd go and find him and tell him the bad news the man with the boxer dog walked past doffed his cap and smiled then walked on then she saw Benny galloping(on his pretend horse) up from the slope and into the Square she stared at him then waved him over he galloped towards her she felt angry and tearful Benny rode up to the red painted tile doorstep what's up? he said smiling we can't go she said pouting can't go where? he said his horse vanishing into thin air can't go to Edinburgh or Southend by train she said who said? he said my mum said no no no but louder Lydia said Benny sat on the doorstep beside her she said at 9 we were too young Lydia said looking at him her lower lip pouting more I'll have a word with her Benny said turning around to stare at the front door won't make any difference she said no Lydia said persuasion can sometimes work Benny said my mum said if you want something bad enough you must like that Scottish king bloke try and try again you can try I suppose Lydia said they got up from the step and Benny knocked on the front door and they waited the door opened (after a few minutes) and Lydia's mother stood there hair in a scarf and a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth and arms folded why'd you knocked the door? she said to Lydia you bloomin live here I knocked Benny said what do you want then? the mother said we want to go to Southend Benny said we are willing to forgo Edinburgh until later but Southend is a must for us as a sort of a trial run the mother stared at him coldly I've told her now I'm telling you you're too young to go anywhere at 9 years old so the answer is the same NO she bellowed and slammed the door shut Benny stared at the door Lydia sat down again and stared at the milkman walking his horse along to the next block of flats plan B the Benny said plan B? Lydia said what's that? we go anyway but say nothing to them he said arms folded a determined look about his face do we dare? she said of course Benny said working the plan b out inside his 9 year old head. © 2016 Terry Collett |
Stats
86 Views
Added on July 26, 2016 Last Updated on July 26, 2016 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |


Flag Writing